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often hide their kills to protect the meat, even hanging them up into trees—but if that’s not possible, they’ll normally just leave the bodies to rot as carrion and move on.” Lorna frowned. “The behavior here . . . it’s not typical. If I’m right, it displays an unusual cunningness, as if she’s trying to cover her trail.”
    Lorna met his gaze. He saw the worry in her eyes.
    “Maybe you’re reading too much into it,” he offered. “The tropical storm blew to near-gale forces last night. Maybe the cat and the bodies were all swept out into the Gulf by the tidal currents.”
    “There’s one way to find out.”
    “How?”
    LORNA WADED FROM the Zodiac onto the sandy beach of the neighboring island. She left her boots in the boat and rolled her pants to her knees.
    Jack followed at her side, his attention on the hump of sand and tangled cypress trees ahead. He went barefoot, too, but he kept his boots laced over one shoulder in case he had to venture into the dense thicket that crowned the island. He also carried an M4 carbine assault rifle over his other shoulder. If the cat had survived the storm, it had likely already reached the coast, but he wasn’t taking any chances.
    At Lorna’s suggestion, he had piloted the Zodiac from the trawler to the closest neighboring island.
    “The cat would have come here first on its way to the mainland,” Lorna insisted as she climbed up the beach. “We need to look for any telltale pugmarks.”
    “Pugmarks?”
    “Paw prints. We should search above the high-tide mark. Also watch for scat, urine, scratched trees.”
    “I know how to track,” Jack said. “But what if the cat swam past this island?”
    “Then we search the next one. She couldn’t have gotten too far before needing to rest. Fight and flight take its toll. Adrenaline eventually gives out. She’ll have needed a place to catch a breath.”
    They began to circle the island, keeping to the high-tide mark in the sand. They scanned the beach in silence. The day’s heat had grown to a stifling blanket. Only a few clouds remained from last night’s storm. Sweat rolled down his back and pooled at his belt line.
    “Over here,” Lorna suddenly said.
    She hurried away from the water, heading up the sand to where a large cypress shadowed the beach. Spanish moss draped and formed a curtain. Some of it had been ripped away as if something large had torn through its mesh.
    “Careful!” Jack warned and grabbed her arm. He pulled her back and raised his rifle. “Let me check it out first.”
    He edged to the tree. With his rifle leading the way, he poked through the rent in the moss. He scanned the bower below, then the limbs above. It looked clear.
    Lorna spoke at his shoulder, not heeding his command to hang back. “Look at the sand near the trunk.”
    The ground had been churned up, but he noted a single distinct paw print pressed deeply into the sand. They crossed together into the shadows. Jack kept watch for any sign of movement around them. In such a heightened state of alertness, he was all too conscious of Lorna’s shoulder against his side, of the smell of her hair, of her skin.
    “The thing is huge,” Lorna said as she knelt down. “From the size of this paw, I may have underestimated its weight.”
    She splayed out her hand over the print. The paw was easily twice as big.
    “So it definitely survived,” he said.
    “And it’s headed to the coast.”
    Jack stood up and clutched his rifle. “Even after the storm, the delta will be full of fishermen, campers, hikers. We’ll have to evacuate the area. Put together a hunting party while we still have daylight.”
    Lorna joined him. “You’ll have a hard time finding the cat during the day. It’ll find a place to hole up and sleep. Your best chance is at dusk, when jaguars usually begin their hunt.”
    He nodded. “It’ll take that long to put a team together anyway. Trackers, hunters, people who know the coastal region of the delta.